Kettlebell

Emotion hangs like a kettlebell tied to my neck,
pulling my shoulders over, down, and in,
and holding my face to the ground,

Try as I might, I cannot lift it,
nor can I cut the string to cut it free,
because the string is me.

So I hold the weight with hollow eyes
and hope for something to reverse my gravity,
and temporarily set me free,
and let me turn my head to see the skies.

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